Awkward. Hot. Short.

Great Caesar's FUCKING ghost, Lois Lane's thoughts ran in a single blaze line that obliterated all else as Blaze's dick slipped into her pussy. The demonic dickgirl's own cunt squeezed the reporter's virgin cock so tight that the reporter thought it was going to be squeezed off. Strange, terrible sensations, both familiar and unfamiliar, ran through her body.

Blaze stared down at her, crimson face flushed purple, white eyes glowing brightly.

"I...I always wanted to fuck you," the demon said as she leaned low. Her red hips rolled as they awkwardly sought to find their rhythm. Like teenagers making love for the first time. It was something new for both of them. "From the minute you walked in. I thought I'd have some fun, maybe knock you up...get my **** on Superman by fucking his girlfriend..."

The demon's face was less than an inch from Lois Lane's now. Lois could smell her breath, sweet and kind of fishy...like pussy...

"...but now...now I want more. I want you. Forever. Want your cock in me. Mine in you. I want your babies!" The eyes were so bright that they blinded the reporter. The reporter's heart sang. How long had she waited for someone to say those words? Well, maybe not exactly those words, but those sweet nothings of love and lust that had been missing from Lois Lane's life for so long before tonight.

"To me," Blaze said. "You are perfect!"

Their lips touched. Lois Lane's hips convulsed. She grabbed Blaze in a violent embrace as her cock, buried deep into the Satanic slit pulsed and throbbed. Something burst up from deep inside of Lois. Raced along her cock in a line of fire. When it did finally explode, it wiped out all conscious thought. More intense than a female orgasm, if briefer...and when at last they broke the kiss, Lois could feel Blaze's own cock begin to throb inside of her, the demon grunting as she poured yet more spunk toward the reporter's probably already-impregnated womb.

They lay there, the reporter pinned against the rock by Blaze's body. Panting in the aftermath of that first, violent, awkward, moment of passion.

"This is so fucked," Lois Lane whispered. She shook her head. "Look, we can talk about babies and everything later. But we still need to find the missing women first."